A Hero's Journey-- Part 6

Relena returned to her room, or the guest room in which she was staying. It felt good to know that tomorrow meant no diplomatic functions, no calls, and no paperwork. Closing the door, she decided to leave the light off.

Moonlight streamed in through the balcony’s French doors and sheer drapes. The whole room was bathed in the silver ethereal light. Sure the door was locked, she crossed the room, untucking her blouse as she walked.

She sat down at the small vanity, nimbly removing the pins from her hair. She had began putting her hair in a simple twist as a dare by Hilde. Surprised by the sophistication the style gave her, Relena had abandoned the braids ever since.

While brushing her long, straight hair, she paused to study her face. She had matured over the years that was for certain. However, she wondered if he would find the new her attractive.

“Not tonight, Relena,” she muttered, placing the brush back on the vanity.

“You are going to have a good night’s sleep. For once.” She began to undress. Kicking off her shoes, she worked on the numerous buttons of her shirt.

She was halfway through, when a noise interrupted her. Still, she strained her ears for any noise. There, again, was a soft, scraping sound.

Fighting a sense of panic, she slowly turned around. She noticed the breeze from the now opened doors immediately, the wind billowing the open shirt and tossing her hair. However, she then saw a metallic gleamed. With wide eyes, she stared at the gun pointed at her chest.


Part VI Relena returned to her room, or the guest room in which she was staying. It felt good to know that tomorrow meant no diplomatic functions, no calls, and no paperwork. Closing the door, she decided to leave the light off. Moonlight streamed in through the balcony’s French doors and sheer drapes. The whole room was bathed in the silver ethereal light. Sure the door was locked, she crossed the room, untucking her blouse as she walked. She sat down at the small vanity, nimbly removing the pins from her hair. She had began putting her hair in a simple twist as a dare by Hilde. Surprised by the sophistication the style gave her, Relena had abandoned the braids ever since. While brushing her long, straight hair, she paused to study her face. She had matured over the years that was for certain. However, she wondered if he would find the new her attractive. “Not tonight, Relena,” she muttered, placing the brush back on the vanity. “You are going to have a good night’s sleep. For once.” She began to undress. Kicking off her shoes, she worked on the numerous buttons of her shirt. She was halfway through, when a noise interrupted her. Still, she strained her ears for any noise. There, again, was a soft, scraping sound. Fighting a sense of panic, she slowly turned around. She noticed the breeze from the now opened doors immediately, the wind billowing the open shirt and tossing her hair. However, she then saw a metallic gleamed. With wide eyes, she stared at the gun pointed at her chest.


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